poetry and prose

God, I beg and plead and plead and beg for a fit body. I want a skinny little waist and nice toned arms. 

I want smooth, slender legs and a pretty nice bum. 

God I know that I’m not putting in the time and I know that lasting changes don’t happen with the blink of an eye. 

God give me strength!

Give me fortitude

Give me consistency 

Turn down the volume on the thoughts that turn me around

Help me cling to the ones that make my butt round. 

Jesus I need you! And I know that you’re here

But why does it feel like you’re nowhere near?

Why does it feel like I keep messing up?

I get in these moods where nothings enough. 

“Patience, my Child”

I imagine God would say 

“Let go of these chains that imprison your brain. 

You need to stop binging and over indulgence. Embrace me instead of that doughnut.

And pick up some weights 

Try half an hour

3 days a week and then take a shower”

The work isn’t hard

I set forth to be slim!

I know I can do it

With the help of Him ❤️